21. Chapter Twenty-one #3
He sets a savage rhythm, fucking my mouth deep and punishing, claiming me completely. Pleasure coils low in my belly, twisting tight with every filthy thrust, every broken sound of hunger he rips from my throat.
“I’m close, Munequita,” he warns, voice cracking with raw, brutal need. “And you’re going to swallow every drop. Aren’t you?”
I look up at him through tear-blurred lashes, utterly destroyed, and nod eagerly around his cock.
He curses violently, thrusts growing frantic, hips snapping erratically, until finally he plunges deep, grinding himself brutally against my lips.
He spills hot and thick down my throat, forcing me to take it all, holding me still as I swallow every last drop obediently, greedily, perfectly.
When he finally pulls out, I gasp for air, filthy, trembling, ruined.
Kane strokes my cheek gently, thumb smearing the mess across my lips as he smiles darkly down at me.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, voice a sinful promise.
Without warning, he fists my hair again, yanking me brutally to my feet and slamming his mouth against mine in an explosive, savage kiss.
His tongue invades, tasting the wicked cocktail of him and me, stealing every breath until I’m dizzy with it, clinging helplessly to his shoulders.
When he finally pulls back, eyes wild and feral, his voice is raw command, sharp-edged and possessive:
“You said I could put it anywhere, Camille,” he rasps, voice dripping dark intention as he shoves my dress up, exposing me entirely. “Now touch your fucking toes and give me my pussy.”
I bend forward obediently, palms hitting the cool glass, thighs trembling as I grip my ankles, completely exposed, heart hammering like it’s trying to escape.
Kane’s fingers dig harshly into my hips, holding me still as he drags his cock slowly along my drenched slit, teasing, tormenting, spreading my arousal until my knees threaten to give out beneath me.
“You’re fucking dripping, Camille,” he growls, voice dark with approval and cruelty. “This sweet little pussy knows exactly who it belongs to, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, pressing back desperately, shamelessly begging him to fill me.
His palm cracks sharply against my ass, making me jolt forward. A cry tears from my throat, pain mixing deliciously with raw, aching pleasure.
“Louder, Munequita,” he commands harshly, delivering another stinging slap, harder, crueler. “I want everyone down there to hear who owns this pussy.”
“It’s yours,” I cry out, voice broken and needy, the burn from his hand making me wetter, more desperate. “Only yours. Please…”
“That’s right,” he whispers roughly, gripping my hips brutally as he aligns himself, pressing just inside me, stretching, teasing, making me whine with desperation. “And now you’re going to take every fucking inch, princess.”
He thrusts forward in one merciless stroke, burying himself to the hilt, filling me so completely I nearly collapse. He holds me up by sheer force, fingertips bruising my flesh, breathing hot against my neck as he leans over my trembling body.
“Good girl,” he praises darkly, voice dripping sin and ownership. “Now take it like the filthy little slut you love to be.”
He fucks me hard, savage, hips snapping violently, cock pounding relentlessly inside me. Pleasure coils, spiraling tighter with every brutal thrust, until I’m screaming, clawing at the glass, vision blurred, body shaking uncontrollably.
“That’s it,” he snarls, driving deeper, harder, claiming every inch of me. “Come on my cock, Camille. Show me how much you fucking love this.”
I shatter instantly, violently, falling apart around him, body jerking helplessly, pleasure so intense it hurts. His mouth finds my ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, breath hot and possessive.
“I’m nowhere near finished with you yet,” he warns, voice low, dangerous, and devastatingly seductive. “But first, let’s make sure everyone down there knows exactly who fucked you senseless.”
And he thrusts deeper, starting all over again.
Nothing but madness.
Kane
Camille’s cheeks are flushed violently, her lips swollen from my rough kisses, her dress twisted from my harsh, possessive grip.
She attempts subtlety as we rejoin the group, but Diego spots it instantly, his brow arching with dark amusement.
Marisol and Reina whisper cruelly, laughter sharp and knowing.
“Enjoy the view from the top, hermano?” Diego drawls, eyes glinting with sinister humor.
Marisol smirks wickedly. “Camille certainly did.”
Camille ducks her head, blushing fiercely. She’s devastating, hair wild from my fists, skin still glowing from the rough claiming, utterly, irreversibly mine.
I anchor her tightly against me, shamelessly possessive. “Best fucking ride at this carnival.”
Lucia cringes dramatically. “Gross.”
Diego chuckles deeply. “Behave, hermano. Spare the innocents.”
Rosa smiles softly, approvingly. “Ignore them. Young love is beautiful.”
Camille’s gaze meets mine, trusting, vulnerable. For a brief, fleeting moment, everything feels right.
Until my phone buzzes sharply, slicing through the fragile calm. Only two people use this direct line—neither ever brings good news.
I remain composed, showing no outward reaction. Not yet.
“I’ll be right back,” I whisper, pressing a possessive kiss to Camille’s temple. She senses the shift immediately, her eyes narrowing with quiet worry, but she stays silent. She trusts me implicitly.
Sliding effortlessly into the shadows, I pull out my phone. The message is blunt, brutal:
We caught someone. You're being tailed. South parking lot.
Ice floods my veins, dark adrenaline igniting beneath my skin. That savage part of me—sleeping, patient, eternally starved—snaps awake, eager to taste blood. Someone chose violence. Fine. They'll choke on it.
I glance over my shoulder, catching Camille’s laughter as she stands, oblivious, radiant, trusting me implicitly to guard her from monsters like myself. Diego’s eyes meet mine briefly, humor bleeding instantly into lethal understanding. He'll watch what's mine.
The second I melt into shadow, the switch flips.
Gone is the man who had Camille trembling, pinned and gasping beneath rough hands and rougher kisses, her soft submission echoing in my bones.
Now? I’m something colder, crueler. I’m everything they should’ve fucking feared.
Soundless steps carry me deeper into darkness, pulse steady, breath slow, already tasting violence. Carnival laughter dies, swallowed whole by shadows promising pain.
Javi waits ahead, silent sentinel, eyes cold and ruthless as he holds the twitching stranger against filthy concrete. Pathetic, cheap jacket, trembling limbs, eyes darting wildly as he realizes, too late, exactly what kind of predator he stumbled into.
Recognition sparks…pure, animal panic.
“You lost?” I murmur softly, voice lethal silk wrapped around razored steel.
“I..I’m just waiting…”
My fist crashes into his jaw, bone crunching satisfyingly under my knuckles. Blood spatters, bright and warm against my skin, as his head jerks back violently. He collapses, choking wetly. But I drag him upright again, slamming his skull brutally against the wall.
“You’ve been watching her.” I hiss it like poison, dangerously calm. “Spotted you last night. Same cheap fucking boots, same nervous eyes tracking her every move. Who the fuck sent you?”
He sputters, blood flecking his lips. “I swear…I didn’t…”
I hit him again, harder, knuckles splitting his brow wide open. Blood spills thickly down his face, slicking my fist as it connects again, once, twice, relentless, until his broken whimpers fill the dark.
“Wrong fucking answer.” I tighten my grip on his throat, pressure brutal, cartilage bending beneath my fingers. “Slowly. Lie again, and I paint this lot with your brains.”
He gags, eyes rolling white. “Colombians…fuck…Reyes cartel,” he wheezes, voice strangled by my grip, spittle and blood bubbling through cracked lips. “They're rebuilding…tracking the girl. Only her.”
Camille.
Always fucking Camille.
Rage erupts inside me, pure, merciless, blinding. My grip tightens dangerously, vision tinted red as he gasps, limbs flailing weakly. But disgust outweighs fury. I release him harshly, watching as he collapses, choking and twitching pathetically on bloodied asphalt.
Javi wordlessly hands me a dark cloth. I wipe the gore from my knuckles, scrubbing until the stain fades enough to touch Camille again.
“Erase everything,” I command ruthlessly. “Phone. Contacts. Memory.”
“Body?” Javi asks, voice indifferent, awaiting orders.
I pause briefly, fury wrestling with calculated restraint. “Break every bone.” Tonight, he’s lucky. He’ll survive as a message.
Javi nods, dragging the bleeding, broken man into the darkness. Muffled screams die swiftly into silence.
I stand rigid, knuckles flexing violently, heart slamming, not simply with anger, but with a savage, protective fear. They’re no longer just threatening my empire.
They’re coming for her.
Turning toward the carnival lights, icy resolve settles in my chest. Anyone daring to touch Camille will beg for death.
Tonight was merely a warning.
Next time, I’ll bury them alive.
Camille
I feel him return before I see him.
The heat. The shift.
He finds me near the Ferris wheel again, talking to Reina and Lucia, trying not to worry about the tight knot forming in my stomach. Kane left over twenty minutes ago. He said it was nothing. I knew it wasn’t.
He comes up behind me, rests his hand lightly on the small of my back, and I nearly jump.
But his voice is calm. Steady.
“Ready to go, munequita?”
I glance up. He looks the same.
Too calm.
Too composed.
Like a storm still boiling under the surface.
“Yeah,” I whisper, falling into step beside him.
The drive home is quiet.
Not the kind of quiet I’ve come to trust, the low hum of comfort we sometimes fall into but something colder. Thicker. Like words are rattling inside Kane’s chest and he’s refusing to let them out.